Disclaimer
Buffy and all of its character do not belong to me, so don't sue.
Chapter 2
Vampire Onslaught
"I can't believe it," said Tara. "Willow's a vampire? But why? Why did she let it happen? She could have stopped any vampire that attacked."
"Look Tara," began Xander. "We don't know what happened. Maybe they jumped her and knocked her out?"
"No!" exclaimed Tara. "She wouldn't have let them get the drop on her!"
"I think we have another problem to worry about," said Anya. "Now that she isn't a human. And doesn't have a soul. She doesn't need to worry about getting to powerful as a witch. Well before, she had to worry about the magic destroying her soul and corrupting her body. Now that she has no soul to destroy and an already corrupt body she has nothing holding her back."
"We also have another issue," said Dawn waving her hand at the end of the couch. "She called me the Slayer before she left."
"Yeah," said Xander. "Looks like we have a lot of problems to deal with."
* * *
"Master Willow," said one of the many slave vampires. "We have found the Shadow Walker."
"Finally," said Willow. "After you let him escape of course. You're lucky that I need every last vampire I can spare or you'd be fried by now."
As the vampire cowered in fear as Willow strode down the steps to her makeshift thrown. Her vampire slaves had quickly dug out a cave with the explicit details not yet finished.
Willow walked up to the Shadow Walker and stared down at him. Her gaze pierced his mind and made him quail but his will still wasn't crushed. Willow focused all of her powers upon him but she soon grew tired and stopped.
"Kill him," she said to the guards. One held his hands behind his back and the placed his hands on either side of his head and was about to snap his neck when Willow held up a hand. "Wait. I might have a use for him. But lock him up. I don't want to see him right now."
Willow walked back to her throne and sat back down, exhausted. She closed her eye's resting a little. After a couple of minutes she was asleep. Her dream was of Oz and herself back when college had started. How even he had ignored her when they cleaned out the vampire's house after she had stolen Buffy's stuff, leaving Willow with the most boxes. Suddenly she awoke, sensing that her spell over the vampires slip. She stood up and returned its potency. But this lapse had shaken her of her delusions of omnipotency.
Willow jogged out of the room and into the library of books on magic that Willow had her slaves assemble. Willow rifled through the books and finally found the thing she was looking for.
"The sealing spell..." said Willow. She then read the ingredients to perform the spell. "Piece of crumpled paper, grass from a church yard...plastic wrap? A witches fingernail and the hair of the Slayer..."
Willow paused at this last part. It would be hard to get to that wretch, Dawn. And Willow was unsure of Faith's location. That left one option. Digging up Buffy.
"Slaves!" Willow screamed. Three vampires walked into the room. "Boys, we have some digging to do."
"Well we need somebody to patrol," said Xander. "Why don't we all go. Just in case we meet up with a really nasty-type demon."
"That sounds good," Tara said softly. "I'll just get some stuff, so that I can do a spell if we need to."
"What about me?" Asked Dawn. "You can't just leave me here. I mean, what if Willow comes back?"
"That's where I come in Little Bit," said Spike walking in through the kitchen. "I've got some bad news."
"Like that's something we don't know," said Xander.
"Willow's using her mojo to put all the weak-minded vamps in town under her control," Spike explained. "But she doesn't seem to be able to keep it up long. But that always seems to have been her problem, in more than one way." Spike eyed Xander and Tara. "Anyway. Just thought I'd let ya know before you all rush off to play hero."
* * * *
Without Willow to direct them the crew decided to stick together. They wandered around the graveyard until, subconsciously, they were drawn to the one place that was most important to them.
"Huh," said Xander. "How did we get here."
Tara and Anya snapped out of their reveries and looked around. They saw two graves. One was entitled "Joyce Summer" and the other said "Buffy Summers: She saved the world, a lot."
"Oh," was all Tara said. There was a silence for a moment or two as they looked at her headstone. Then they all turned as they heard footsteps coming their way. Anya and Xander pulled out stakes and Tara prepared for a spell. But as the footsteps rounded a tree the gang saw Dawn and Spike.
"I thought you were supposed to be at the house!" exclaimed Xander.
"Yeah, well Little Bit wanted a piece of action," explained Spike. "What with her new powers and all."
Dawn smiled proudly but it faded and she pointed behind them. They turned and saw a host of vampires snarling, growling and holding shovels.
"Looks like we came ready to dig your graves," commented one of the vamps.
"Yeah, well it looks like we came ready to make enough dust to cover them," replied Xander.
As the army of half-demons ran forward Tara waved her hand at the ground and a root pulled up and tripped the front line. Stopping the rest behind them. Anya, Tara and Spike descended upon the fallen ones and dusted them. But some of the vamps had made it around the fallen and were making their way to the grave when their heads cocked up as if they were listening to something. They then turned upon Dawn. She screamed and grabbed a sharp branch. She squeezed her eye's shut as the first vampire impaled herself upon the stick. Dawn opened up her eyes in time to see it turn to dust. But that didn't stop the other vampires. Tara then jumped in the way and blew dust into their faces. As soon as it hit the undead's skin it burst into flame. Driving off the first wave. The second wave was less deterred than the first and knocked over Tara and grabbed Dawns head and pulled out a handful of hair. Dawn screamed in pain but the vampires left with a third of what they had come with.
Buffy and all of its character do not belong to me, so don't sue.
Chapter 2
Vampire Onslaught
"I can't believe it," said Tara. "Willow's a vampire? But why? Why did she let it happen? She could have stopped any vampire that attacked."
"Look Tara," began Xander. "We don't know what happened. Maybe they jumped her and knocked her out?"
"No!" exclaimed Tara. "She wouldn't have let them get the drop on her!"
"I think we have another problem to worry about," said Anya. "Now that she isn't a human. And doesn't have a soul. She doesn't need to worry about getting to powerful as a witch. Well before, she had to worry about the magic destroying her soul and corrupting her body. Now that she has no soul to destroy and an already corrupt body she has nothing holding her back."
"We also have another issue," said Dawn waving her hand at the end of the couch. "She called me the Slayer before she left."
"Yeah," said Xander. "Looks like we have a lot of problems to deal with."
* * *
"Master Willow," said one of the many slave vampires. "We have found the Shadow Walker."
"Finally," said Willow. "After you let him escape of course. You're lucky that I need every last vampire I can spare or you'd be fried by now."
As the vampire cowered in fear as Willow strode down the steps to her makeshift thrown. Her vampire slaves had quickly dug out a cave with the explicit details not yet finished.
Willow walked up to the Shadow Walker and stared down at him. Her gaze pierced his mind and made him quail but his will still wasn't crushed. Willow focused all of her powers upon him but she soon grew tired and stopped.
"Kill him," she said to the guards. One held his hands behind his back and the placed his hands on either side of his head and was about to snap his neck when Willow held up a hand. "Wait. I might have a use for him. But lock him up. I don't want to see him right now."
Willow walked back to her throne and sat back down, exhausted. She closed her eye's resting a little. After a couple of minutes she was asleep. Her dream was of Oz and herself back when college had started. How even he had ignored her when they cleaned out the vampire's house after she had stolen Buffy's stuff, leaving Willow with the most boxes. Suddenly she awoke, sensing that her spell over the vampires slip. She stood up and returned its potency. But this lapse had shaken her of her delusions of omnipotency.
Willow jogged out of the room and into the library of books on magic that Willow had her slaves assemble. Willow rifled through the books and finally found the thing she was looking for.
"The sealing spell..." said Willow. She then read the ingredients to perform the spell. "Piece of crumpled paper, grass from a church yard...plastic wrap? A witches fingernail and the hair of the Slayer..."
Willow paused at this last part. It would be hard to get to that wretch, Dawn. And Willow was unsure of Faith's location. That left one option. Digging up Buffy.
"Slaves!" Willow screamed. Three vampires walked into the room. "Boys, we have some digging to do."
"Well we need somebody to patrol," said Xander. "Why don't we all go. Just in case we meet up with a really nasty-type demon."
"That sounds good," Tara said softly. "I'll just get some stuff, so that I can do a spell if we need to."
"What about me?" Asked Dawn. "You can't just leave me here. I mean, what if Willow comes back?"
"That's where I come in Little Bit," said Spike walking in through the kitchen. "I've got some bad news."
"Like that's something we don't know," said Xander.
"Willow's using her mojo to put all the weak-minded vamps in town under her control," Spike explained. "But she doesn't seem to be able to keep it up long. But that always seems to have been her problem, in more than one way." Spike eyed Xander and Tara. "Anyway. Just thought I'd let ya know before you all rush off to play hero."
* * * *
Without Willow to direct them the crew decided to stick together. They wandered around the graveyard until, subconsciously, they were drawn to the one place that was most important to them.
"Huh," said Xander. "How did we get here."
Tara and Anya snapped out of their reveries and looked around. They saw two graves. One was entitled "Joyce Summer" and the other said "Buffy Summers: She saved the world, a lot."
"Oh," was all Tara said. There was a silence for a moment or two as they looked at her headstone. Then they all turned as they heard footsteps coming their way. Anya and Xander pulled out stakes and Tara prepared for a spell. But as the footsteps rounded a tree the gang saw Dawn and Spike.
"I thought you were supposed to be at the house!" exclaimed Xander.
"Yeah, well Little Bit wanted a piece of action," explained Spike. "What with her new powers and all."
Dawn smiled proudly but it faded and she pointed behind them. They turned and saw a host of vampires snarling, growling and holding shovels.
"Looks like we came ready to dig your graves," commented one of the vamps.
"Yeah, well it looks like we came ready to make enough dust to cover them," replied Xander.
As the army of half-demons ran forward Tara waved her hand at the ground and a root pulled up and tripped the front line. Stopping the rest behind them. Anya, Tara and Spike descended upon the fallen ones and dusted them. But some of the vamps had made it around the fallen and were making their way to the grave when their heads cocked up as if they were listening to something. They then turned upon Dawn. She screamed and grabbed a sharp branch. She squeezed her eye's shut as the first vampire impaled herself upon the stick. Dawn opened up her eyes in time to see it turn to dust. But that didn't stop the other vampires. Tara then jumped in the way and blew dust into their faces. As soon as it hit the undead's skin it burst into flame. Driving off the first wave. The second wave was less deterred than the first and knocked over Tara and grabbed Dawns head and pulled out a handful of hair. Dawn screamed in pain but the vampires left with a third of what they had come with.